"She interests me most deeply. I thought of fire and ice, sun and snow, and all kinds of strange contradictions while I talked to her." "It is for you I remained--never mind Lady Estelle. We will not waste the sunny hours of this lovely morning talking about her. You have not told me yet if you prefer this country admirer of yours to all the world; if you do, there remains for me nothing except to take up my hat and go. I know how useless it is even to attempt to win even one corner of a preoccupied heart." "Why should you wish to win one corner of mine?" she asked, stealing from underneath her long lashes one sweet, subtle glance that was like fire to him. "Why!" he replied, passionately; "because I long to win your whole heart and soul; your whole love and affection for myself. I cannot rest; I know no peace, no repose; I think of nothing but you! Why should I not win your heart if I can?" She shrank back, trembling, blushing; the fire and passion of his words scared her. "Your face haunts me; I see it wherever I gaze," he continued. "Your voice haunts me, I hear it in every sound. I would fain win you, if I can, for my own; but if you tell me that you love this country admirer of yours--this man to whom a perverse fate has bound you--if you tell me that, I will go, and I will never tease you again." Then she knew that she held the balance of her life in her own hands, and that the whole of her future rested with herself. Should she be true to Earle, say she loved him, and so lose the chance of winning this love from a lord, and resign herself to her quiet, dull, monotonous life? or should she cast him from her and betray him? "One word--only one word," whispered Lord Vivianne, bending his evil, handsome face over her. "You think such a question can be answered in a minute," she said. "It is impossible. I can only say this, that I liked him better than any one else one short month ago." He grasped her hand and held it tightly clasped in his own. "You say that--you admit that much! Oh, Doris, the rest shall follow. I will not leave Downsbury until I have won the rest." Then his eyes fell upon the diamond ring, shining and scintillating in the sun. A sudden thought struck him: he held her white hand in his own, and looked at it as he held it up to the light. "How fine and transparent," he said. "I can see every vein. Such a hand ought to be covered with jewels." She was of the same opinion herself. Then he drew off the diamond ring that shone like flame on his own finger; he looked entreatingly at her. "I wonder," he said, "if you will be angry? This was my mother's ring, and I prize it more than I do anything in the wide world. I am afraid. Promise me you will not be angry."